ChaCha the House Duck

My name is ChaCha

I'm a Crested Pekin 

My story is a little unknown, but this is our best guess.

 

I was raised as a pet for a child (I love kids and will follow them any chance I get) but one day as I grew it became glaringly obvious that I was very high maintenance. My family realized they couldn't keep up with me so they took me to the park and left me there with all the other domestic  dumped ducks and geese.


Having been raised as a pet, I had no idea I was a duck! The other waterfowl at the park picked on me. I was beat up and bullied and too scared to go near the water where most of the other birds hung out so I spent my time on the hard cement pathways around the pond.

One day a nice couple came to the park and fed me. Having found my species again (because I'm certain I'm a human) I followed them when they walked back to their home. There I waited for my human buddies every day, but I slept alone in front of their home, and there were many stray animals.

Soon my buddies feared for my safety and knowing they couldn't keep me as their pet, wandered around the neighborhood looking for a nice safe home for me. Many of the neighbors thought I would make a nice meal! But eventually my buddies came across a house with ducks in the backyard. They knocked at the door, explained the situation, and asked the family inside if they would give me a home.

Many of my feathers were chewed to bits by the mean park ducks, I had bite marks and injuries from the attacks, and I had sores on my feet (called  bumblefoot) from being stuck on the park's cement. Eventually I went through a molt and grew all my feathers back, and after a long time wearing bandages and medicating my feet they healed up.  My bites and injuries healed leaving only a few scars.

Now I spend my days basking in the sun, modeling duck diapers, and showing off my vast wardrobe around town with my chosen human.